Eman Daybreak Novels & Stories

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.

Morning broke. Judgment day.

Decision & March Dax Dawn broke over the camp like a blade splitting the sky, its pale light cutting through the mist that clung to the eastern pass. The air buzzed with urgency, Kaden’s message, a single line of ink and threat, still burning in my mind: Come if you dare. The camp stirred around me, men shouting orders, horses snorting, the clatter of gear drowning out the morning’s quiet.

Emerald. Sunday, January 17th. Next day. Morning. “Dawn is at the door. Dawn is at the door.” The voice of the front door alert system, slices straight through my skull. I groan inwardly, dragging myself upright, and squint at the gray morning light bleeding in through the curtains. My body feels like it’s been dragged behind a truck. Every muscle sore, every nerve still humming from yesterday's long shift hours. I’m off today. And tomorrow. Thank God. Tuesday can go fuck itself for now.

It is a time to reflect, meditate, and appreciate the beauty around us. The tranquility creates a sense of serenity, and one can't help but feel calm and peaceful. As daybreak approached, the sky was transformed and the stars disappeared. The warm sun rays kissed the earth, and the world started to come alive. The day awakens, and the bustling sound of the city takes over. Still, the beauty of dawn and daybreak remains, allowing us to witness the magic of the world's daily rebirth. Emma stretched herself on the bed and yawned, taking a good look at her wall clock.

THE ALPHA'S SOULMATE PART THREE (A Deal With An Alpha) EPISODE FORTY FOUR THEME: The Beta’s Daughter DARK MOON PACK Edda’s Point of View I woke up to total silence in the room. I rubbed my eyelids to have a clear vision. My gaze flickered towards the windows and I realized that it was dawn. If you ask me, dawn came to quickly and it seemed like I haven’t slept at all. The alarm beeped with the red light displaying 8:00 am. The bed space was empty which only means one thing—Riley didn’t come home last night again.

Saturday Morning The first light of dawn crept through the flimsy curtains of Kayla’s small dorm room, painting the walls with a soft, ethereal glow. The familiar symphony of birdsong outside, a chorus of chirps and trills, mingled with the distant, muffled hum of the awakening city, a low thrumming that vibrated through the floor and into the very bones of the building. Even without the jarring intrusion of an alarm clock, Kayla’s body, attuned to the rhythms of habit and routine, stirred from its slumber. Years of ingrained discipline had etched this internal clock into her very being, a reliable mechanism that roused her even when her mind craved the solace of sleep.

“Beep” “Beep” “Beep” I barely open my eyes and the sun shines right in on them, blinding me. I hate the summertime when the sun rises so early and stays out late because I never get enough sleep. It seems that either Link wakes me or the sun itself does every single time.

A spectacular event of watching the moon give space to the sun was not to be missed. However, around five in the morning, Raya grew conscious of the soft rays of the dawn. She knew better than to burn her skin under the exposed sunlight which will be happening soon. "Eden? I'm going back to the room." The vampire Basilisk said to the half asleep man. "Huh? The sun is up already? Y-yeah. I'm coming with you." He sleepily mumbled. Raya helped the sleepy man get to their room where they cuddled for the entire morning.

Dead On Our Feet ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) ​We left the Keep just as dawn broke. Though, calling it dawn felt like a joke. The sun didn't really rise; the sky just turned the color of a bruised kidney, bleeding a sickly, heavy purple light over the snow. ​There were no war horns. Nobody stood on a rock to give a grand, heroic speech about glory or honor. We were past all that bullshit. You don't give speeches to dead men walking. You just point them at the enemy and hope they do enough damage before they drop.